Hm, yups.

My first ever Flag Day.

Previously I really dragged myself lah. I mean, Flag Day didn't seem appealing at all.

Skipping most of the details including briefing and all, we took 196 to the place, Si Ma Lu.
[Somewhere around Bugis area lah.]

There were sooo many competitors can. Hm. There were like at least 4 schools there.. And so most of the people there had already donated. Yups.

Then there was this guy. Liboon approached him and he was like, 捐了，走开！
Like OMG! So bad lah. I mean he could've just said the first part.. The second part was like redundant lah. Liboon said it broke her fragile heart. =X

And then there was another.. Liboon approached her at around the junction, and the lady went, "I want to cross the road."
I find it like. No link leh. As in, even if you want to cross the road, I don't think it really affects. After all, it was flashing red.

But oh wells. Can't force people to donate, so there.

And then some guy gave Cpl a bag of 5-cent coins. Those 5-cent coins are like. WOAH. Maybe practically enough to make up several dollars in total.

I think/know I have the lightest can lah okay. Laugh all you want. Blah.

We had lunch together in the food court at Bugis. I had chicken rice. Hms. It's expensive lah. Yah. Outside food. Ohwells. I think most others had chicken rice too.

Then we went back and got further donations before heading back to school.

Settled down, debrief and all, and we were dismissed.

Went home. Rather tired.. my mother didn't force me to go to tuition, but I could tell she wanted me to go. I couldn't bring myself to; who knows if I'd fall asleep halfway through. Rargh.

Anyway, conclusion/thought for Flag Day:
I shall donate to people who have Flag Day in future.

Okay, I admit. I always run away from them when I can.
BUT. Now I can empathise with them. Ohboy. Imagine having people shunning you because you're holding this tin can which says FLAG DAY with all the stickers with you.
Or maybe having tons and tons of people showing you their immunity amulet or whatever it is. That sticker can do wonders, it seems.
GENERALLY, approach those with stickers [pasted all over in the weirdest places you can ever imagine] and they'll flash you their special sticker which tells you that they've donated and they won't donate no more so don't bother approaching them. And I mean GENERALLY, because there are a few kind souls, some really kind souls who already have stickers and still donate!

And another thing I noticed. From what I observed, older people tend to be more generous compared to the younger ones. For some reason. Maybe because they've seen more and have had more experienced and know what it's like? Perhaps. Hm.

Oh yes. I guess Flag Day isn't as bad as it seems.

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I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm seemingly beginning to hate every single thing. I think I've a screw loose or something. Boo.

Anyway. School is a pain in the ass.

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TMQY. It's been a long time since. Maybe it isn't really proper for me to ask how you're going along. Or maybe it's just me.
Well, it definitely had been memorable enough. It was the first, or maybe one of the first times. It was just there and then when you teared. And I saw it.
Okay, maybe it was really obvious. I don't know.
Anyway, I still find that I can't get over it. I mean, it's been days, months, and all. Nothing really changed. I still hate her. I know for a fact it wasn't her fault. The thing is, the thinking remains, and whatever I do, it never changes.
I wondered if you'd ever come back. I guess not. Fat hope from the start. I don't think you'd ever know how happy I was to receive the news. I don't think you'd ever know how shocked I was when you said it. That just ended it all. I thought it'd last for a year, at least.
Dreams, wishes.

I really hope it won't end that soon. It's only been the beginning. I mean, it did seem quite short. Then again, within the short span of time, lots and lots happened. And that settled what seemed like everything. Now the awkward space is more or less cleared. Does it have to be gone all so soon?

Agony of waiting? Pain of seeing the one you wished you had cherished leave?
Perhaps.